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“Touch your pussy. I wanna see you.”
I smile at his kinkiness and slide my hands under the water between us, my fingers touching my sensitive center, finding my clit. He rests his head back, watching me with so much heat in his eyes I could explode just from that.
His hands move my hips up and down at a torturously slow pace. It’s so divine to feel every inch of him and to see how much he enjoys it. My hand works away, and we start to quicken our pace, my breasts bouncing up and down, and he watches them with a lust filled haze.
“Oh, Enz…” I feel the intensity building, with the look he is giving me and the way he feels inside me. He fills me so good, stretching me, making me feel all of him.
“That’s it, baby,” he drawls out huskily. “Just try to be quiet when you come.”
I know that’s because there’s security lurking around downstairs.
I run a hand up his chest, feeling his muscles, enjoying every movement as my orgasm builds, and then I’m falling, coming undone as I ride it out and he spurts inside me. Grunting into my neck, he pulls my head to him and whispers to me in Italian.
I’m in fucking heaven, and with him, I never want it to end.
* * *
Bianca: Why are we moving to the casino?
I don’t like lying to Bianca, but I when I don’t exactly know myself, it’s a little hard to be transparent.
Me: Because Angelo is paranoid and thinks we’re better off close to him and my other stalker brothers.
Bianca: I mean, does that mean we can stay over, and I can use the gym and the spa?
I snort a laugh, putting a hand over my mouth as Enzo stirs.
We had takeout and got down and dirty some more in his huge bed, then fell asleep.
He was different tonight. No spanking. No dirty talk. But he did as promised, and fucked my tits until he spurted all over them. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
With Enzo, there is never any vanilla. He gets me every time, and I hopelessly fall for it.
Me: Pack your bags, baby.
I have to make light of it, because this is quite frankly not normal. Of course, Bianca knows we’re mafia, but still, Angelo has been overly cautious since the whole kidnapping saga. Thank God, I have understanding friends.
Bianca: I could get used to this. I think your brother is talking sense, don’t fight him on it.
Me: You don’t have to live with him.
Bianca: I’m surprised you’re up. Shouldn’t you be enjoying your time alone with fancy man? If I had him in my bed, I wouldn’t be wasting time texting, no offense.
I giggle.
Me: He’s asleep
Bianca: Exhausted him? Please do not indulge me with the details… he’s big though, right?
Me: One day you’re going to meet Mr. Right and I can’t wait to annoy the shit out of you about it.
Bianca: Stop dodging the question. IS HE BIG?
Me: Yes
Bianca: Sigh… like Mobi Dick or Godzilla?
I stifle a snort. Oh my God. My best friend and her analogies. This is partly the reason why we’re friends; we have the same stupid sense of humor.
